Lyrics:
carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you were sayin' today
But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get
And all the calories you
Wig is a weasel... gettin' swung by the chimps among
Trees.... flyin' trapeze.. Ya Chuck E. Cheese Gettin' flung over
-seas, gettin' stung by the bees
the match and bang
I hold my gun up high screamin "Fuck 'Em All"
Then I get in that as like cholesterol
I got the game lock dowm like Alcatraz
And if you
on the rickenbock-er
Hold up for a second a need a sip of water [Missy!]
If y'all in need of lessons just sit in observe
Drive by sliming you get hurt in the cudi
While
I'm fallin' in love, yes I'm fallin' in love
I confess I'm a mess who'da guessed I'd be fallin'
All those people go walkin' by
Don't give a damn if we
contort.
The way your thinkin its so essential.
It gives us all the potential
To take over the world in our ?mentals?
If I can't live my life the way I want
keep rockin with you
All night, all night
Long as I got it wit me you know we gon be
Alright, alright
Shorty know we gon be aight
By the end
over here
Right now
Another lonely night again, all alone by myself
Layin' in this empty room, kinda dark, kinda cold
I need someone to lay with
all the people start to take it all back by the seat
Breakin' through the cycles, no more spinnin' wheel 'cause no matter how you feel
Yeah, it's
All this ice and cream, you was thinkin' we was made by Ben and Jerry's
Niggas wishin' on shit like life, comin' with a fuckin' ferret
Don't wanna put
about over
The arts of the six won't play my bag of tricks
I got the sevens in my pocket somewhere
Reasons for the Cheer All Temperature here
I keep
illustrated by myself
All of em narrated by myself
either let me breathe or get DDT'd,
Do you smell what the rock is cookin on ebt
I been schemin on it
keep ya chains tucked,
all my thugs give me love, keep it gangsta,
all the ballas if you ballin put ya banks up,
got shotcallas, givin orders by
by the ring
Power and money just sit on my brain
Shit for the birds, can't sit in the bing (right)
Diamonds and pearls sit in my ring
That's why
Here to tell you this is gangster music and booty shakin' music
What we call it is that gangster party
If why'all ready for that gangster party, let me
of an old, rabid dog
Who might have been good on that day, when he had it all
That's juice
Give me, give me, give me the juice
Wakin' 'em up, shakin
My nature
Freaks flocking by my side when I pop out at night
Party favors
Double shot poured in my cup got me feeling right
Popping out for
[Talking:]
We gon' make 'em slither dance to this one Zilla
[Verse 1:]
Errybody jus (throw your hands up what)
All the ladies jus (throw your
over me
All these years went by for somethin' guess I'm mean
Got me takin it forced
I was singin em solo
Takin em percs gotta stay fuckin high
I
more if you can, Where's my number one
I'm lookin' for my number one fan
I know she's some where in the stands
And we'll be doin' more than shakin
the back and I bet
You neva seen a nigga with tha pound like this
I ride by the club and evry body get loose
The hoes get to tootin, all the niggas get
Evangelizin' to the lost souls, tell them throw out their idles
Let's go
Shakin' hell up, kingdom of God, comin' forth for revival
All great if the world don't
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
speakin words to my head in the bed
Then after we work then we can do it that one way
Lookin thick as a loaf of bread by legs
And u get at shakin the way
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